Tuesday, September 30, 2003

When you think you have it bad
Rory Blyth at Napoleon.com: This was a pretty big deal. When I was six, my family was poorer than poor. I remember one night when my dad came home, got a little tipsy, and then ate a can of cat food. That actually may or may not have had anything to do with our being poor, but now seems as good a time as any to get that experience off my chest.

I remember one time when my Dad began to eat a little dirt (plant) pod thinking it was a mushroom. It wasn't because we were poor. It was because it was very early in the morning, dark and my Dad was hungry. Strange memories.
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